“We’re going to have to tell Curran and Lyric.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lyric Adair engaged to Cash Curran following whirlwind romance: “When you know, you know”
by Gabby Fitz
published on December 15
Lyric Adair and Cash Curran are engaged!
The couple—who have sparked nothing but buzz since they started dating in September—shared the happy news on Instagram.
“There are few precious things in life that feel like they’re simply meant to be,” Adair captioned a photo of her and Curran looking incandescently happy, the sun setting behind them. “Meeting Cash feels like one of those things. I know some people are going to call me crazy, but when you find someone that makes you as happy as Cash makes me, it’s not a question of if, but when. When you know, you know. So excited for our forever??@cashcurran”
E!has reached out to Adair and Curran’s reps for comment.
Portland Pathfinders@portlandpathfinders • 16h
Congratulations @cashcurran and @lyricadair on your engagement! If you’re looking for a wedding color palette, might we suggest black and green????♥??
December 17
“What do you have against March?”
“Not a damn thing,” Rosaline said, elbow deep in soapy water. “Only that it’s less than three months away. What doyouhave against June?”
“Nothing.” Lyric swept her pointer finger along the inside of the brownie batter bowl. She’d nearly licked it clean. “Only that it’s six months away.”
Rosaline flicked soap bubbles at her, making her squeal. “Brat.”
Poppy chuckled and flipped off the oven light. The fudgy Symphony bar brownies—Cash’s favorite; Lyric wanted to surprise him and had enlisted Poppy’s help—were coming along nicely. Ten more minutes and they’d be done. “She has a point, Rosaline.”
Lyric held out her arms. “Thank you.” She turned to Rosaline. “See, even Poppy agrees with me.”
“Okay, don’t go putting words in my mouth. I didn’t saythat.”
“Poppy Peterson.” Rosaline shook her head and narrowed her eyes playfully. “You’remygirlfriend. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? The side of, you know, reason.”
Girlfriend.God, that was never going to get old. Being Rosaline’s girlfriend, hearing her say it. Nothing could stop the smile from spreading across her face. She probably looked unhinged, standing there in the middle of Cash’s kitchen grinning for noapparent reason, but whatever. Rosaline had known what she was getting herself into. If she hadn’t? No take backs. Poppy Peterson didn’t come with a receipt; she was not returnable. “I hardly think it counts as taking a side to simply point out that June is, in fact, six months away.”
“Sixlongmonths,” Lyric whined. “We don’t want to wait that long.”
Rosaline let the water out of the sink and reached for the dish towel, drying her hands. “Everyone is going to without a doubt think you’re pregnant if you and Curran tie the knot in March.”
“We don’t care.” Between her epic eye roll and the chocolate smeared on the corner of her mouth, Lyric looked younger than her age. “What’s that saying? Truth will out? Given enough time, everyone will see there was nothing to the rumors when I don’t pop out a baby in nine months.” She paused. “Until the day there is something to the rumors, obviously.”
“Okay!”Rosaline clapped her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, expression pained. “One crisis at a time, I beg of you.”
Lyric sputtered out a laugh. “I think I should be offended that you consider my having children to be a crisis, but I’m mostly amused by that look on your face. You look constipated.”
“One, rude. Two, it’s not you having children that I consider to be a crisis; it’s the thought of you procreating with Curran that scares the living shit out of me.”
“Hey!” Lyric and Poppy said in perfect harmony. They looked at each other and laughed.
Rosaline rolled her eyes. “Curran’s a giant. Your babies are going to be massive, Lyric.”
Cash wasn’tthattall, but... Poppy had seen his baby pictures. Even as a newborn, he’d looked like a butterball turkey.
